her body hold her close while I pushed my hard, stiff dick into her heat.
Unfortunately, all that happened was I took her home, settled her on her couch with a blanket and a bucket, kissed her goodnight and left. The only article of clothing I removed had been her shoes.
On the short drive back to the Triple H, my cock throbbed, the bastard had his own heartbeat. The temptation to fall into bed and jack off to the vision of Farron falling apart in my arms was indeed powerful, but I stayed strong. The only way I was coming from now on was by her hand, pussy, and fuck, her sweet mouth also. Just as long as it was Farron herself making me blow and not my imagining her.
“Hmmm, we’ll see mister. Remember, I am a city girl trying to be a country girl, I don’t think I am ready for solo horseback riding just yet.”
Laughing, I directed Herc through an open gate and headed at a nice steady pace. This morning, I had an idea to show Farron the valley, past where Blake and Hendrixx held their wedding. The whole of the Triple H was beautiful, but nothing matched the open valley and the view of the mountains in the distance. I spent a lot of time staring at the ranges growing up, pondering things that most kids never worried about. For me, my younger years were ones of praying, waiting and being careful. Sick more often than not, getting out of the house and away from my mum’s watchful gaze made me more appreciative of my home, more than others around me. Blake was the only one to understand my kinship to the Snowy Mountains; it was a place of solace for her too, her place to go and reflect and give thanks for a second chance.
When her father died, her upbringing could have taken a much different course. Instead of staying on the farm under my parent’s care, she could have easily been put into foster care, making sure her life journey turned out a much different one.
Much like mine.
“Isn’t this Blake’s horse?” Farron asked out of the blue, “I remember you said that when Dillion and I came for our first visit together.”
“He is, yes,” I agreed, happy that she remembered something so little.
“Don’t you have your own horse?”
“Once I did. A Buckskin called Camelot. He passed away a few years back from old age. He and I had been together since I was a small kid, he was a colt, Blake’s old man broke him in for me. I’m not ready to replace him yet, so I just pick a horse when I need or have to ride,” I explained, glad to be talking about my old mate with Farron.
Her hand slid up my forearm and squeezed gently. “I’m sorry you lost your friend honey, that must have been hard for you,” Farron sympathised quietly, her endearment for me slipped from her lips so comfortably almost like she had been calling me that for years instead of a week. I liked that she called me the sweet pet name, it fit for some reason, even though she was the first woman other than my mum and Makena to call me it.
“It was, he was with me through some really tough times when I was a kid. Without him, I’m positive the struggles would have been much harder.”
“May I ask what tough times?”
Smiling, I kissed the top of her head. “Baby, you can ask me anything you want. I told you I am an open book as far as you and Dillion are concerned,” I insisted, reiterating what I told her once before and meaning it.
“M-kay honey,” Farron whispered, dropping her head deeper into the crook of my arm, all tension from before when I first lifted her onto the beast of a horse gone and forgotten. “Tell me.”
“Well obviously, you know I am one of triplets, but what you don’t know is when Noxx, Drixx and I were born, we weren’t identical in every way.”
“I was born looking just like them yes, but what my parents nor the doctors didn’t know was I had a ticking time bomb inside me.”
“What! What do you mean?” Farron asked, sitting up too quickly, scaring Hercules into a fast trot.
“Careful baby,” I warned, pulling on the reigns and clicking my tongue once, then made a small humming sound, the command Blake trained Herc to understand when he needed to